I forced a dry, bitter smile.
I called an end to the drinking session and told everyone to wrap up.
"Mr. Ashford, that's a wrap for tonight's meal. The whole team's wasted, so I need to get them back to the staff dorms. You'll have to get home on your own."
Harris immediately started acting spoiled. "Nope, you've got to drop me off too."
"I don't have time. Call a designated driver yourself."
"I don't have a car."
Are you kidding me? A year ago, barely a few days after he'd moved to New York City, he'd bought himself a brand-new Tesla. There was no way in hell he didn't have a car now. I couldn't be bothered to argue with him on that.
The staff dorms were just a short walk from the office. I got the few guys who were still sober to prop up their drunk colleagues, and stuck around un
